A 6.5mm-caliber pointed copper-core bullet roared out of the muzzle with a muzzle velocity of over 700m/s. It rotated at high speed, passed through the void of more than 100 meters in an instant, and accurately hit the Japanese sitting in the cab opposite.
Soldier, in the dim light reflected from the windward glass, a hot pointed copper-core bullet was shot from his brow, and most of his skull was blown off in an instant.
?As for the brain tissue in the Japanese skull, it was turned into a shower of blood by the high-speed rotating bullets.
In the era before electronics, there was almost no myopia. The food of the 19th Route Army was not bad. These soldiers did not have the night blindness that many troops have. Everyone could vaguely see that after the gunshot, the windshield became blurry for an instant.
If it had been during the day, they would have seen an even more horrifying scene. The head of the driver of the Japanese car was like a suddenly exploded watermelon, blurring the glass, not only blood, but also more fresh brain tissue.
Using his free time, Liu Lang had already manually processed the five bullets in the magazine. The sharp bayonet carved a deep cross on the bullet. The DUM bullet that was supposed to be fired into the enemy commander's head was shot ahead of time.
These little soldiers enjoyed it.
"If you're still stunned, I'll hit you." Chi Dakui roared and pulled the trigger first.
"Click, click, click", the distinctive crisp sound of a crooked machine gun, rang out in the silent night sky, and a magazine of five bullets was discharged in less than a second.
If you look at it from a distance, it looks like a fiery red spear with light, piercing forward fiercely.
Due to the trouble of loading ammunition, the continuous firepower of the crooked machine gun, which has a rate of fire that barely reaches 150 rounds per minute, is actually a failure.
But it was enough to deal with a few unsuspecting little devils.
A dozen gunshots rang out one after another.
What followed was that at least three Japanese soldiers who were still in a daze rolled over and fell to the ground. Judging from the miserable howls they erupted and their slightly sluggish figures, the remnant soldiers followed his example and learned how to use bullets to carve crosses.
played a role.
If someone is hit by a dum bomb, the chance of survival is no more than 20%, in this era of lack of antibiotics.
In one raid, three Japs were killed. In addition to the Japs pilot who was killed by one shot before, there were now only four Japs left. Liu Lang was quite satisfied with the result.
You know, according to post-war statistics, the national army consumed a total of more than 1.71 billion bullets and killed and wounded 850,000 Japanese troops. On average, it was about 2,000 rounds to destroy an enemy. Now the total number of bullets fired is only 20
Yu Fa, being able to kill three of them is already a bit of a stroke of luck.
After all, we are all sharpshooters. Every bullet that kills an enemy is just a beautiful song. The red troops who are short of bullets actually need 30 to 50 bullets to kill a Japanese.
The remaining four Japanese soldiers reacted quickly, lying down one after another and crawling to where they placed their guns.
What the Japanese soldiers did was correct. With the cover of night, as long as they could get hold of the rifles they had set aside, facing an enemy with weak firepower, there would be no problem at all in holding on until reinforcements arrived.
However, for Liu Lang, who had shot at a target at a distance of 1,500 meters, a distance of more than 100 meters was as simple as shooting a balloon with an air gun in the park, especially since the movement of these people was a bit loud.
Standing up, Liu Lang rushed out of the tunnel like a fast wild boar (there was no way, with his current size, it was difficult for the soldiers to think of him as a slender cheetah), and while running quickly, he calmly pulled the bolt of the gun.
, pull the bolt as quickly as possible, eject the shell, push the bullet and load the gun, and then raise the gun.
With the sound of a gunshot, a Japanese man who was crawling crazily five meters away began to writhe in pain. Although he was only hit in the shoulder, the terrifying tumbling of the DAM bullet in his body almost exploded his entire shoulder blade.
A large wound can cause him to lose one-third of his body's blood in one minute.
Wailing is just the last right left for one minute.
Liu Lang didn't stop, pulling the bolt, ejecting the shell, loading the bullet, charging and firing like a textbook. Until the fourth gunshot, the last Japanese soldier who had just caught the rifle and hadn't raised the muzzle fell slumped because
Due to his blurred vision, Liu Lang's last bullet hit the side edge of the helmet in the middle. The cross-engraved warhead shattered and lost the kinetic energy to penetrate the helmet. It was bounced away by the Type 90 helmet made of carbon steel.
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It failed to hit the head with one shot. However, it still killed the Japanese. The huge kinetic energy generated by the impact directly broke the fragile neck of the human body.
According to the regulations of the "Combat Priorities Order" in the Japanese Army's "Infantry Drill Code", no matter what kind of combat mission during the war, there must be sentries to be on guard, but these soldiers did not place sentries at all, just armed themselves with long guns and went to work as porters.
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Arrogance and carelessness allowed an infantry squad of Japanese soldiers to sleep forever on the land of China, becoming fertilizer for crops. In the coming year, the ears of rice here will surely be heavy and make people feel happy.
Just like the smiles on the faces of the joyful soldiers surrounding the 75mm mountain cannon.
"Nani?" When Liu Lang fired his first shot, Colonel Lin Daba, who was sitting in the temporary combat conference room, stood up from his chair in surprise.
As an officer who has been in the army for nearly twenty years, Colonel Lin Daba easily heard that the gunfire belonged to a Type 38 rifle, and the distance should be 1,000 meters away.
"Baga, Mr. Naouchi, quickly send someone to check what is going on over there and send a small team." Colonel Lin Daba, who quickly walked out of the war room, angrily ordered the commander of the direct squadron who ran over.
Nei Shaowen.
After Major Naouchi took the order to leave, Colonel Hayashi thought for a while and walked straight to the room where Jiro Sakata was resting at the back of the courtyard. Then, the sound of gunshots mixed with the continuous fire of a crooked machine gun made him feel something in his heart.
I had a bad premonition.
Although he was not easy to deal with Major General Jiro Sakata, no matter what the reason was, Lin Daha could not put the division chief of staff in danger.
A small butterfly flapping its wings gently at one end of the Pacific Ocean may form huge waves on the Pacific Ocean. I am afraid Liu Lang never thought that his little butterfly quietly falling from the cracks in time and space would eventually make history
The wheels are slightly deviated from the direction.
According to the historical records of the victory at Duimiaoxing preserved in the Taiwan Military Museum, the commandos of the 88th Division of the Fifth Army fought fiercely for half a day, killing and wounding hundreds of Japanese troops and capturing Colonel Idle, and the Japanese army was completely defeated.
However, the Japanese military officials have never admitted that officers above the rank of lieutenant colonel were captured in what they called the "Shanghai Incident". The only person with the highest military rank recognized as loyal to the emperor was the unlucky Colonel Hayashi Daihachi, who was captured in March.
Killed in a fierce battle on the 1st.
What the real history is like has been obscured by the pens of historians. The current fact is that Colonel Lin Daba, who was supposed to be killed in battle a week later, bumped into Liu Lang's gun in advance.
No, to be precise, it should be on the muzzle.
Just as Lin Daba walked to the door of Sakata Jiro's room, Zhao Ergou was controlling the infantry cannon and staring solemnly at the bright light in the distance. He stretched out his thumb and gestured: "The distance is 1,200 meters.